DP has been out at work today and when I came home from picking DD up he was at home on the laptop. I came out and had a cigarette by the back door then asked how his day went etc.
He asked me to take the fish pie out of the oven. I have fibromyalgia and am having a really bad day to the point where my legs feel like they will give out from under me. He knows this. I try anyway but my wrist gave way and some of the fish pie got smooshed into the oven door.
Apparently he can't serve that now and I'm a waste of space so why don't I just fuck off back to the living room and do nothing instead of doing nothing in the kitchen. He said I'm useless as I can't even pick a tray up. When I challenged him and told him I'm not in control of the illness and he has no right to speak to anyone that way let alone his fiance he just reiterated that I can obviously do nothing.
Now I feel worse and he's asking why every time I reply its in a depressive fed up way. 